"He got me with a hook..."

A day of small steps in the right direction. I believe the fates can be tempted so will say no more for now.

A friend of mine back home loves cobbled streets. I wonder if she knows how slippery they are for bikes when wet...

Tomorrow a long day beckons doing something not dissimilar to last year but on a smaller scale in the cold rain.

I'm sorry I've been so neglectful of your journals this past week and thank you for continuing to come to mine. I hope next week is a bit more settled. Please accept this song in lieu of comments.